One of them plays a piccolo in my earAnother one makes me smell things that aren't thereAnd they know where to hideAnd they know everything that's insideOf my headTiny demons, inside meOne of them ties a lasso around my heartAnother makes me nod when I drive the carAnd they won't ever leaveBut they won't show their faces to meAnd they wait 'til I feelLike they're gone and they jump out and stealMy reliefTiny demons, inside meListen, listenListen for the soundThat is not in the musicOnly you can hear it,Only you can use itIt's the sound of someone breathing,It's the breath of lifeIt's the sound that you are weavingWith the thread of lifeListen, listenListen to the sound,Let nothing disturb youYou are in a placeWhere nothing can hurt youIf you feel a strange sensation,It can do no harmLike the spiral of creation,It will soon move on

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